And for so many people this is the end,
Before it’s really begun.
The music slowly dies out
And all that’s left is a soft, steady, comforting echo.

But echoes die. Even echoes die. Echoes can’t live forever.
And then what?
What are you left with?
Anything?
Of course not.
Because you didn’t really have anything to begin with.
And everything you thought was there
Wasn’t
And everything you thought was true
Wasn’t
And everything you put your faith in
Wasn’t.

And that’s why you shouldn’t, because when it’s over
The End
All you’re left with is an echo
Of something you aren’t even sure was there.
In fact, it probably wasn’t
So really all you’re left with is doubt,
And doubt is worth thant hesitating
Because it means you aren’t even strong in your convictions.
And how bad is that?
Very.

But maybe you should,
Because it’s a start,
And some people don’t even get that.
For some people, this is the end,
Before it’s even begun.

Hm. Just started typing and this happened.

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